Claiming of a Sex Demon (5 page)

“Reza.” The sound of his name on her lips nearly brought him
to his knees. He returned to her side and pushed the blonde hair off her face.

“I’m here.” He knelt beside Em. Her porcelain skin was
marred by a large purple bruise. To see his sweet angel in such a way caused
violent poison to make its way through his body. His fists clenched and he
fought to keep them still. He stored his restless, violent energy away and
instead ran his hands through her hair in a gentle massage. “What can I do for
you, my love?”

She was too weak to show any signs of response at his
endearment. But she nestled her face against his hand gliding through her hair.
“I’m so cold. Will you lie with me? You’re so warm.”

“I would do anything for you. And I’ll kill who did this to
you. Was it the blacksmith?”

She shook her head, a look of fear twisting her gaze. He’d
drop it. Reza didn’t want his beloved thinking of anything dark. He just wanted
to see her smile; he wanted to take the pain away.

Reza stood from the bed and pulled the tight black fabric of
his shirt over his head. His gaze immediately found hers and he saw the look of
torment replaced with admiration. Her beautiful blue eyes traced the hard lines
of his stomach and, for the first time, he truly cared if the sight of his body
pleased someone. There was no longer arrogance, only desire to please the one
woman he craved more than anything. And if the sight of his body took away her
pain, he was humbled by it.

Next, he unfastened the leather from his waist and let the
pants slide down his legs. He wore no underwear and under her gaze he hardened.
Always hard for her. But he disregarded the evidence of his arousal and climbed
into bed next to Emmerie. Her body was freezing cold beside his, but her
trembling stopped. He’d never been more grateful for the hot body temperature
that came with being a sex demon. Reza began massaging her shoulders, relaxing
her as he pulled her clothes off.

“Skin to skin would be fastest.” He let his voice be soft so
she would know his intentions were honest. She nodded and Reza thanked the gods
for her trust.

When she was fully nude, he hugged her close to his body.
The curve of her butt rested against his groin. He was still hard, but she
seemed comfortable against him. Her breasts pressed against the arms he wrapped
tightly around her. Reza rested his face on her shoulder and let the heat from
his body seep into hers.

“You’re like a really…hard heater,” she mumbled weakly.

Only Emmerie could make him smile through his anger and
fear. There was no way he was ever leaving her side.

“Hey, Reza?” Her soft voice was an angel’s whisper.

She wrestled in his arms so that she could turn to face him.
Her sapphire gaze branded him like eternal blue skies and endless sunshine. His
body immediately released its anger and tension and soaked up the angel’s
beauty.

Then she whispered the words that changed his life forever. “I
believe you now.”

She laid her cheek against his chest and fell asleep. Reza
was fulfilled.

The next morning welcomed Emmerie with a warmth that she had
never felt before. It wasn’t just the feel of Reza’s body next to hers, it was
a fuzzy feeling cradling her heart as well. She realized she wanted to wake up
next to this man for the rest of her life. She barely knew him and yet his arms
healed her, took away everything bad in the world.

It would be hard to say goodbye to Lennox, to hurt him so,
but she had to do it. It wasn’t fair to anyone to continue living a half-life.

“You’re awake.” The low sensual burr of her personal heater
spoke gently from next to her. His amber eyes were liquid sunshine of the
brightest yellow and orange. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” More than good actually. Her cheek barely hurt
anymore and her body buzzed with the excitement of continuing with her life in
this new direction. Reza wanted her. She knew he did, and together, they could
be free. Every day she’d wake up to sunshine, and the adventure of being with
him, and most of all, being herself. “I’m stiff from the ride. But I’ll be
fine.”

“May I ease you?”

“Ease me?” This was all happening faster than she was
prepared for.

He smiled at her and sat up in bed, pressing her down into
the mattress so that her cheek met the pillow. He climbed on top of her, but
she trusted him. Soon his hands found her skin and grabbed the flesh of her
shoulders softly, rubbing. The warm friction caused her muscles to loosen under
his gentle massage. His hands smoothed their way down her spine, pressing her
deeper into the mattress. Relaxation washed over her in waves. Her traumatized
body came back to life under his hands. She smiled against the pillow, basking
in the touch of his warms hands gliding up and down her back in slow, methodic
sweeps. He was strong, commanding her muscles into submission, and yet gentle
enough to have her nearing sleep once more.

When her back was thoroughly relaxed, Reza resettled above
her knees. His massage dipped lower to the bottom of her spine. Her breathing
halted. She could only imagine the view he had of her derriere. Lust caused raw
heat to flood the space between her legs, and she smothered her face in the
pillow so he wouldn’t witness her blush.

Reza’s hands continued the relaxing massage. The gentle,
sweeping gestures kneaded lower until finally, his talented hands caressed her
womanly curves. His palms gripped the soft flesh of her backside and rubbed.
She’d never had this kind of attention focused on her body, especially her bum.
But his talented massage released the tension pulling her muscles tight.

“That feels so good. I want you to know, Reza, I…I went to
the town to tell Lennox that I wanted a divorce.”

The massage halted. “Is that how you got the bruise?” The
low growl was the reply of a man ready to go to war.

“No, no, he’d never hurt me. Lennox is very gentle. I
couldn’t find him. I went to the inn where he was staying, but all I found was
trouble. But the reason I’m telling you is because…”

Reza climbed off of her and cradled her cheek with his hand.
His eyes burned into her with obvious adoration, and Emmerie wondered if he
already knew what she was going to say. “Come here.” Reza swept her into his
arms and took her lips in a slow, passionate dance. Her breasts heaved against
his warm naked skin and she became more of a woman than she’d ever been. This
time she tasted him with her own tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth. The
moan that escaped him sent a fresh round of excitement coursing through her.
For once, she tried to give herself completely. And she was succeeding.

Reza gripped her bottom and picked her up off the bed. She
reflexively wrapped her legs around his hard torso and they continued to savor
the taste of each other. The kiss lingered as they both explored unspoken words
through silent passion. Emmerie grabbed hold of Reza’s warm shoulders and
didn’t let go. The fact that her core was spread wide open against his skin
only barely registered. Instead, she was lost in the frenzy of his lips
expertly seeking out her own. When he seized her bottom lip with his teeth, Em
shuddered, recalling what he’d already done to her with his mouth once before.

“Gods, Emmerie. You’re driving me mad. Please let me
pleasure you. Let me have you completely.”

“No.” Her firm tone surprised even her. But the bold
intentions she had in mind were even more shocking. “Let me pleasure you.”

His gaze became embers smoldering with desire. His eyes
sought out hers, questioning her. “You’re still injured. I can’t let—”

“Shh.” She put a finger to his lips. “I’m not breakable. I
want to explore you.”

As she moved in to capture his bottom lip with her teeth,
she was rewarded with a hearty groan. She kissed him with years of pent up
passion as his rock hard erection pulsed against her stomach. Uncoiling her
legs from around his waist, she sank to her knees on the bed. He moved to join
her, but she gripped the hard muscles of his thighs and held him in place.
Emmerie looked up at him as butterflies of excitement took flight in her
stomach. His erection bobbed before her eyes, but for the moment, all she saw
was the erotic fire burning in Reza’s gaze.

Never taking her eyes from his, her tongue escaped past her
lips in a slow, deliberate motion, inching toward his cock. Reza’s gaze burned
with anticipation. Her mouth closed around the large, round head of his penis, and
the taste of his hot flesh melted against her tongue. She slid down the smooth
mass, letting her tongue pass over every centimeter of his skin. He was enormous,
but she was dedicated, and soon her entire mouth was wrapped around him.

She withdrew, keeping her eyes focused up on Reza’s
expression of sheer desire. His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips
sliding up his cock and back again to her eyes. For the first time since she’d
met him, Reza looked overwhelmed. Satisfaction caused liquid heat to swell
between her legs when she realized he didn’t know whether to enjoy the erotic
massage or take her right then and there. Taking a moment to fantasize about
the very image, Emmerie slid the warmth of her mouth up and down his shaft,
wondering how it would feel inside her core.

“Gods, I can feel your desire.” Reza arched into her and
began threading his fingers through her hair.

He stroked the back of her head, and Emmerie savored the
erotic massage. His hand followed the slow motion of her head as it danced up
and down his thick manhood. When her mouth approached the tip of his cock, she
traced the firm ridge with her tongue. He twitched against her with need and
Emmerie smiled with devious excitement.

“You’re the most erotic creature I’ve ever met. You’re going
to make me come just from the need you’re giving off. It’s electricity against
my skin.” His words were followed by a groan.

Em took it as a cue to go down even harder on him, squeezing
her lips tight around his manhood and quickening her pace. From her tight, wet
vise on him, Em felt his veins begin to bulge and pulse against her tongue. The
tiny reaction sent chills down her spine when she recognized it was his
impending climax. She sucked harder, stroking with her tongue, doing her best
to overwhelm his cock with pleasure.

She looked up at Reza and let the erotic sight of his hard
body burn deep within her core. Finally, his eyes closed to half-mast against
the onslaught of ecstasy and his erection pulsed in her mouth. Wetness began
soaking her tongue. She slowed, but didn’t release him, instead savoring the
pleasure jetting from his shaft in a sudden onslaught of warmth. The physical
evidence of his ecstasy left Emmerie on the edge of her own climax. Her thighs
shook with need. She was shocked by her own wild ways. And how much she liked
it.

Reza’s hands went to her thighs and pulled them out from
under her so she fell back on the bed. His mouth was on her core before she
knew it. The shock of pleasure nearly had her coming on the spot. His tongue
dove at her tiny bud, tantalizing her in an erotic massage just as she’d done
to him. His mouth covered her, and he groaned. The vibrations against her wet
flesh were an expert move, and just the sound brought Emmerie to the edge.

“Yes.” She moaned, her fingers clenching the pillows on each
side of her with a death grip. The onslaught of pleasure came crashing down on
her. Pleasure exploded between her legs until her entire body trembled. As the
climax came to its highest point, she squeezed her thighs shut, but Reza didn’t
let go. Instead, he continued to lap at her nectar. The sight caused a second
round of tremors to take over her body in wicked, sensual warfare. It was too
many sensations to take at once. She grasped at his hair, trying to contain the
beast bringing the onslaught of ecstasy. “God, Reza, I’m seeing stars.”

He gave her a final, strategically-placed kiss that made her
thighs quiver once more, but then he released her. Emmerie watched his
incredible body climb on top of her. It was the most erotic sight of her life.
Muscles were cut into his chiseled torso as if he were crafted solely for
pleasure. His eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand fires. She wanted
him badly. But Emmerie placed a hand on his shoulder to halt him. Reza hovered
on top of her, bracing to slide into her with his still-hard shaft.

“Reza. I can’t.”

He met her gaze with shock.

She recoiled from the disappointment and surprise on the
sharp planes of his face. “I’m still with Lennox. I went to find him and I
couldn’t. He’s—”

“You belonged to me just a moment ago. My, how things change
so quickly.” Reza’s words sank into her gut like one of Lennox’s daggers.

“That’s not what I meant.”

But Reza already had his pants on and was halfway out the
door. She ran after him, but the sight of his muscular back disappeared through
the home like that that of a soldier off to war. A tear slipped down her cheek.
Now both the men she’d cared for would forsake her. All she could do was wait
for her husband to return home. It would be days still, but when he did, she’d
confess her actions and ask for a divorce. By then, Reza would be long gone.
Emmerie would be alone in a town that’d know the truth and scandal of her actions.
But Lennox deserved better. And he deserved the truth.

Although she’d hurt Reza, Emmerie stood by her decision.
She’d already gotten lost in the moment with him two times too many. She would
at least hold lovemaking sacred. It was going to be a long couple days before
Lennox returned.

Reza didn’t bother grabbing his shirt. Instead, he tore
through the forest toward town. It was a warm day, and between the sun and his
fury, beads of sweat dotted his skin. As he entered town, the gaze of nearly
every woman on the path raked over his body. Normally, it would make him proud.
Today, it just pissed him off. The one woman he wanted had just rejected him. No.
Used him, then rejected him.